scars part deux

you can read my cat scar story here

onward and upward! next scar, ok well two. i think we can safely lump them together. in my attacked by grizzly bears scenario, these two scars are the initial slash on my left shoulder before i get my right hand up where the other two scars are located. just so we get a clear picture of the fabricated grizzly attack story you will all now be perpetuating in your daily lives. case in point: someone asks you, "do you know becky?" and you'll say, "hmmm, grizzly bear attack victim becky?" and they'll say, "she was attacked by a grizzly bear??? and she lived to tell the tale? what a bad ass." and you'll then say, "she's an american hero."

when i was six months old we were living in northern italy. and my mother found a lump on my tiny baby shoulder. none of the doctors could figure it out over the course of three (ish) years. they didn't want to do surgery on me because i was apparently too cute. we then moved back to the states to northern cali where i was subjected to countless other doctors that i remember much more clearly.

they found a doctor to remove the (now) huge lump off my shoulder. i remember bits and pieces of that time. the most memorable being my wonderful nursery green teacher having the same rare blood type as me. so she donated her blood for the surgeons to have on hand. my mom told me that i would have her blood with my blood and then it would kinda be like she was my mom as well. i was sooo excited about that part!*

the worst thing i remember about the hospital part was the bandage removal process. they bandaged the hell outta my entire left half. then a "nurse" came in to "change the bandage." the only thing i remember about her was that she had two inch blood red nails. i can still see them coming at me and then the pain! holy mother of crap i wanted to murder that woman.

i came out of that surgery with a huge scar that goes from the tip of my shoulder to the top of my left boobie (well i suppose at this time i didn't have the girls but that's where it is now). my little arm was in a sling and it made me look sad and pathetic. i used this to my advantage. "my surgery!" was a phrase oft used around our house when my brother tried to "do something" to me. i would just randomly yell that out when the rough housing was not going my way.

so i lived a charmed a lump free life until.... 6th grade. when i discovered another lump higher up where my neck connects to my shoulder. i hid it from my mom as long as i possibly could hide it. i finally told her about it when it was about the size of a lime (it was growing alarmingly fast). i knew it was back and not something new. my mother of course freaked out. i remember the ultrasound very well because the lady got angry at me because she couldn't see the growth that well and it really hurt.

i remember having to go back to class before the surgery. everyone seemed to know what was happening and one guy asked to see the lump. i should not have shown it to him because his immediate reaction was, "eeew!" i felt horrible.

i remember calling my family before the surgery on my father's huuuuge phone. i think we have a picture of that somewhere. my mother took so many pictures including one where i'm crying and she's taking a picture! i still make her feel guilty about that one. i got to miss a bunch of school and all my teachers felt sorry for me. (except my english teacher mrs. goode, who told me i had the worst handwriting she had ever seen. meanie) the surgery went well and i had a shiny new scar to show off.

so that's the story of my grizzly attack. i am a bad ass. next to come are the arm scars. my first counter attack on mr adams.

*i found out years later that i didn't need any of her blood... my whole life is a lie